Paroles de In Held 'Twas in I (C): In the Autumn of My Madness
Procol Harum
In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey
For the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to
Say
When all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing
Birds)
Bring all my friends unto me and I'll strangle them with
Words
In the autumn of my madness which in coming won't be long
For the nights are now much darker and the daylight's not so
Strong
And the things which I believed in are no longer quite
Enough
For the knowing is much harder and the going's getting rough
InterprèteProcol Harum
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